The kindergarten

The clock had chimed loudly for the third time. In half an hour my little sister will have finished kinder for the day and would be waiting for me to pick her up. My mum was in a hurry and ordered me to turn off the annoying kettle. The kettle sat there boldly ringing in the gleaming afternoon sunlight. I flicked the switch, which, seemingly put it out of its misery. My mother sat in …

…at all. Little kids clinging to their mothers as if they hadn't seen them for weeks made their way out the door. I found my sister with her Sesame Street back pack and we headed for the car. She began to explain to me, in her own language, how her day was. As I got in the car I thought to my self how glad I am that I don't have to go there anymore.